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"I'm sorry, but what?"
The goblin looked at Harry with an unpleasant face and repeated, "You are now the head of House Black. Due to the lack of heirs, you will be compelled to provide some soon."
Harry kept looking at the goblin in a daze. He had just finished off the darkest wizard in recent history, and he had already somehow figured out a way to get himself into another ridiculous situation.
"What do you mean compelled? Am I going to grab the nearest witch and go at it?"
Harry got a look that made him question his intellect. The goblin replied, "I would imagine that magic would push you towards a witch close to you. But if you prefer grabbing random witches, I'm sure that there won't be any complaints with your fame."
Harry wanted to throw a blasting curse at the goblin's face.
"Now, if you would leave my office, Lord Black. If you need to know how to make heirs, I'd recommend asking another human."
Harry narrowed his eyes before shaking his head and leaving. He had far more things to be worried about than a sarcastic goblin… namely, who in the hell was he supposed to knock up?
His first thought was Ginny, but she was quickly crossed out after Harry remembered her saying that she wanted to play quidditch before settling down. Besides, Harry didn't even know if they were a thing anymore.
He thought about the other girls in his life, and none of them seemed to work. Well… there was one, but Harry wasn't sure how he would even bring it up. It's not like he could go up to Hermione and ask if she would be willing to pop out his kid as a favor.
Harry wasn't aware where he was heading after leaving the bank, but he found himself surprisingly knocking on the door of Hermione's flat. Harry felt a rush of nerves when he saw the door open to reveal Hermione in a loose-fitting robe.
"Harry!" Hermione beamed, "I'm so glad you're here! I was just about to come get you."
"You were?" Harry dumbly asked as he walked inside.
"I had a great idea that you could bring up in the next session! It's about the rights of…."
Hermione's excited words blurred together as Harry stared at her face dreamily. He had never realized how pretty she was… The passion she showed on her face while talking only increased Hermione's attractiveness. Harry had mostly been joking to himself when thinking of Hermione as an option, but right now, he couldn't tell where the joke was.
Maybe Harry subconsciously didn't consider Hermione as a real option because of Ron, but nothing came from that odd attraction his best friends had for each other. Was that a reason to give up on Hermione?
No.
That didn't make any sense to Harry anymore. In fact, it even seemed a little stupid. After all, Hermione was a witch in her prime. She was far too intelligent and beautiful to be relegated because of some wizard-code. Harry eyed her modest breasts and hips and nodded his head in satisfaction.
She couldn't compare to big-breasted witches like Daphne Greengrass or Susan Bones. Still, Hermione had a nice handful that could feed Harry's children well and fill his hands while fucking.
Hermione was still ranting about the idea she had when Harry interrupted her, "Let's have a baby."
Hermione paused mid-word with her mouth open in shock. She snapped her mouth shut before looking at Harry in confusion, "A baby?"
Harry started to move in a circle around Hermione, taking a good look at her body, and said, "I think we'd make an excellent child. Your magic is powerful, and your good looks are an added bonus. With you as the mother and me as the father, I can't see where this could go wrong."
Hermione stared at Harry for a second before saying, "Is this some stupid prank? I swear that I'll hex your bollocks off, Harry!"
Harry ignored her and nodded in satisfaction at what he saw. Hermione was a fit girl that deserved to be knocked up by him.
"I'm being completely serious. I need a child, and you are the most worthy to carry my heirs."
Hermione wondered if she was in a bizarre dream. Her usually reserved friend practically ordered her to accept his 'offer' of having his baby. If she was being honest with herself, Hermione did want a family of her own soon, but she had never thought it would be with Harry.
It wasn't that Hermione thought Harry was undesirable, but rather, the idea had never occurred to her before. Well, it was definitely at the forefront of her mind now.
Harry could see Hermione thinking about this seriously, so he patiently stood in front of her and waited. Harry would have died of shame from what he just asked if he was in his right mind. However, magic influenced his behavior far too much right now for any shred of shame to be left.
Hermione bit her lips nervously and said, "… Fine, I'll agree to make one with you. How are we going to do this? Do we go to a mediwizard?"
"Mediwizard?" Harry asked in confusion, "Why would I want to waste time there when I can get the job done right now?"
"What?"
Hermione only got a single word out before her eyes grew wide when she felt Harry's lips on hers. He took the opportunity when Hermione gasped in shock to slide his tongue past her lips and explore her mouth.
Hermione's startled squeak was muffled by Harry's probing tongue. It took a few seconds to gather herself, but Hermione eventually pushed Harry away.
"Harry!"
Harry licked his lips absentmindedly while looking at Hermione's inviting mouth. This was something he could imagine doing quite often.
Hermione's face grew redder when she saw where Harry's attention was, "Where did that come from!"
"I would imagine that you know how babies are made, Hermione. Kissing might not be necessary, but it would make things a lot more natural."
Hermione looked at him in shock. She didn't know Harry could be so forward… and unreserved with these kinds of things. As far as Hermione remembered, Harry was generally shy towards the fairer sex.
She took on a pose reserved for berating the people that crossed her and said, "So what was your plan then? Pull me into the bedroom and try to put a baby inside me with no warning?"
Harry smiled, "Exactly."
"Wha… Harry!"
Hermione yelled in shock when Harry pulled her back against him and used a firm grip to fill his hands with her arsecheek.
Harry felt his cock hardening as he squeezed down, "Hmmm, I always wondered if it felt as good as it looked."
Hermione flipped between slapping the smug look off Harry's face and going along with this insanity. Eventually, she decided that since she didn't really mind that much… and she really did want this baby, it was best to let Harry have his way. It wouldn't make too much of a difference if they were going to fuck in the end anyway. Plus, it really wasn't a hardship to sleep with Harry.
After a few seconds of Harry groping her arse to his heart's content, Hermione finally said, "You might be the one that needs a lesson on baby-making, Harry. You do know that feeling me up won't get you to your goal, right?"
Harry didn't bother to give Hermione a reply, but he did pull her along to the bedroom. As fun as it was to play with Hermione's fantastic arse, the goal right now was to knock the witch up.
Hermione found herself yelling in shock again when the robe she was wearing vanished, leaving her completely exposed to Harry's greedy eyes. The next thing she knew, Hermione was looking up at the ceiling with the bed under her.
"I didn't think you would be completely shaved, Hermione."
Hermione moved to cover herself with her hand but was blocked by Harry, "Now, now. You don't take away presents after giving them."
Hermione couldn't take it anymore and blushed fiercely while blurting out, "What on earth has gotten into you, Harry! Y-You turned into a massive pervert!"
Harry stopped drooling over Hemione's body for a bit and thought about it… but it really was only for a bit. His dick was screaming at him to get inside the witch beneath him, and Harry had no intention of delaying any longer.
He used his hands to hold Hermione's arms above her head and leaned down to graze her lips in a soft kiss. Harry could almost feel her pussy in the perfect position to get filled by his cock, but Harry only moved his hips to trace his leaking cock on her wet hole.
"With what I have below me, how can I not be a pervert?"
Hermione's mouth was conveniently open from her constant gasping, so Harry decided to take her invitation and fill it with his tongue. Another surprised squeal was muffled by Harry's mouth before Hermione narrowed her brown eyes. She had enough of letting Harry take complete charge of this so-called 'baby-making' session.
Harry let out a pleasant moan when he felt Hermione's tongue fight against his own. He still didn't forget his main goal, though. While Hermione was distracted with sucking on Harry's tongue, his cock was lined up perfectly to plunge into her pussy.
And that was precisely what happened.
Hermione's eyes shot open to stare into Harry's green eyes as she felt a surprisingly large cock spread her pussy open. She just realized that in all of that madness, it never occurred to Hermione to pay close attention to Harry's cock. Something that she really regretted right now.
Harry grunted into Hermione's mouth and released her arms to slide his hands down her body. He paused a short while at Hermione's tits before continuing downwards and grabbing hold of her slender hips. Harry didn't know why it felt different to be inside Hermione than any of the other women he had fucked in the past, but it was a feeling he could get really used to.
Harry quickly pulled his cock out of Hermione's tightly gripping pussy and pounded back inside. Hermione shuddered beneath him and wrapped her legs around his waist, wordlessly telling him to keep going.
Harry did that and more.
Hermione's bed creaked dangerously beneath them, barely keeping itself together as Harry tried to make a Hermione-shaped imprint into the mattress. The sound of his hips smacking into hers was deafening as Hermione's squeals disappeared into the noise of her pussy getting bred. If the room wasn't soundproofed, the neighbors would have heard the resounding smacks of Harry's hips crashing into Hermione's thighs.
Hermione gasped when Harry finally released her mouth for the first time since he started fucking her.
She accepted her fate and yelled, "Just like that! Put a baby in me! Seed me!"
Harry grunted before plunging deep inside Hermione and planted himself as deep as possible. He looked into her brown eyes while balls-deep in her pussy and said, "That's what I'm about to do right now."
Hermione felt a rush of warmth flood her pussy as Harry shot massive load after massive load into her. It was a never-ending seeding that Hermione almost couldn't believe was real. The only reason she did was that all of it was shot into her, and it was impossible not to feel herself getting bloated with cum.
Harry finally pulled out of Hermione after what felt like hours before she saw him look at her with a smug smile.
"What?" Hermione barked at him. Though it would be more effective if she didn't sound so weak.
Harry smirked, "Nothing. You just look perfect right now."
Hermione looked at herself and only saw a sweat-covered mess along with globs of white liquid coming out of her pussy. She didn't see the appeal, but Hermione was far too tired to care. She let her head fall back on the bed and was about to doze off when Harry asked her something.
"Same time tomorrow?"
Hermione had to tell herself that she didn't feel a rush of excitement.
Harry hummed to himself happily as he looked over the documents handed to him by the minister.
He would usually hate this part of the job since it was always the most tedious part, but Harry had been having a great week so far. That meeting he had with the goblins really was one of the best moments of his life. Not only did he gain a massive amount of power and wealth with the Black seat, but he also gained the perk of filling Hermione with his cum every single day.
Harry was positive that she had to be pregnant by now, but he had no intention to stop fucking her anytime soon. He did find it strange that a pureblood house like House Black would compel him to knock up a muggle-born witch.
Yes, Harry finally knew that magic was influencing his decisions. Hermione figured out why Harry was acting so strangely after the third time he pumped her full of his seed. That still didn't change the fact that he was determined to make Hermione carry his baby. Harry's eyes had been opened to the fact that his best friend was a very desirable witch, and that was something he could never go back from.
Harry's daydreaming about Hermione was interrupted by a knock on the door to his office. His ears perked up at the familiar knock and he smiled widely. It looked like Hermione couldn't wait to see him.
Harry called out, "Come in!"
Harry's smile froze on his face when instead of Hermione, a stunning blonde walked into his office. He hadn't seen her in years, but it was impossible to forget the wet dream that was Daphne Greengrass.
Voted by the boys in Hogwarts to be the best-looking girl in school, Daphne Greengrass had no shortage of admirers. Harry wasn't an exception, but the house rivalry and his previous disaster of a relationship with Cho stopped him from acting on his desire. As for Daphne herself, it wasn't worth it for her to get into a relationship before she knew which side of the war won. Harry was a peripheral choice since he had too much attention focused on him, but Daphne had frequently caught him looking at her.
Harry snapped back to reality and berated himself for leering at another woman. He already had Hermione, and while Daphne definitely looked like prime breeding material, Harry was pretty sure he had already put a baby in his best friend.
Harry gathered himself and gave her a professional smile, "It's been a while, Ms. Greengrass. How can I help you today?"
When Harry's cock twitched after Daphne gave him a smile with her red lips, he knew that he had a problem. Ever since he inherited the title of House Black, Harry had only reacted to Hermione. Other witches did nothing for Harry. Not even a smidge of attraction was felt. It was almost as if his magic filtered out the witches who didn't deserve to carry his heirs.
Hermione was the only one that qualified. Now Daphne was added to that list.
"I received word that you are now the Lord Black."
Harry did his best to keep looking into Daphne's eyes, but even that was a problem. He had never realized just how blue her eyes were. If Harry didn't know better, he would have assumed Daphne to have some Veela in her ancestry.
"I came here to find a deal that satisfies both our families."
Harry was momentarily distracted from her piercing eyes, "Sorry? Why would I want a deal with your family? I clearly remember that your lot were fence-sitters. I have more worthy supporters that deserve my favor right now."
Daphne pursed her red lips together in annoyance. This was one of her family's issues due to their staunch neutrality. It was also an acceptable consequence in the past, but her father had foolishly supported the death eaters overtly. That caused the suppression they were feeling to this day.
"I'm speaking of the Black family, not Potter. We were business partners in the past, and since you are the new Lord Black, you are owed some back payments."
Daphne was a little puzzled at why Harry was acting as if he wasn't aware that she was coming here.
Harry raised his eyebrow and stared at the bombshell blonde in interest. He was aware of deals like this, but it was usually settled by owl. Harry wasn't aware of anyone who met with him in the past week on an issue like this. Then again, he was far too busy trying to knock Hermione up so he could have forgotten something.
Harry was about to wave her off before his thoughts became muddled. He didn't want to talk about this boring business anymore, but Daphne herself held his interest. Hermione was more than enough to carry on the legacy of the Black family. Still, a woman with Daphne's substantial curves would surely be necessary too.
Daphne saw Harry's eyes fall down to her massive bust. She was far too used to wizards drooling over her, but most would keep up the appearance of looking at her face while talking to her. Daphne found herself getting hotter as she started to breathe harder. She unconsciously unbuttoned the top few buttons of her shirt to Harry's delight.
Harry licked his lips at the abundant cleavage revealed to his eyes. He could easily see himself getting lost in Daphne's soft tits, but more importantly, Harry realized that getting her would secure food for his future heirs.
"So… Daphne. Are you seeing someone right now?"
Harry knew exactly what was happening right now. The magic that gave him the kick to go after Hermione was working on him again. It looked like Daphne was given a push too.
Daphne fanned herself and replied, "It's none of your business… but nobody has been worthy of my attention."
"Oh? Do you see yourself as some sort of goddess?"
Daphne sneered, "To any of the boys that have the privilege to look at me, why wouldn't I be one?"
Harry marveled at how conceited she was. He had heard rumors in school about Daphne being an uptight bitch, but Harry had always written it off as a thing spread by people who were jealous of her beauty.
"What about me? You could consider me as someone above all of the rabble. Even you would have to bow your head in front of me."
Daphne scrunched her nose in thought and had to admit that the current Harry was a much better choice than the one that went to school with her.
"You might be worth my time, but even you'll have to show me why you're worth my pristine body."
Harry was amused at how different this interaction was compared with Hermione. With his best friend turned cumbucket, Harry had turned into a relentless pervert while Hermione had mostly retained her usual self. However, Harry was the more clearheaded one with Daphne, and Daphne seemed to have lost any sort of verbal filter.
"You really do think highly of yourself, Greengrass. How would you feel if I decided to pump you full of my cum and bloat you with my heir?"
Daphne stiffened in her seat and straightened her back, making her tits look even bigger, and said, "In your filthy dreams, Potter. I'm a proud pureblood destined to carry an ancient family's legacy. The Potter family doesn't deserve my genes."
Harry's eyes flashed at the insult, but he kept calm after instinctively feeling that he was getting close to having Daphne.
"Who said anything about the Potter family? You'll be the mother of the Black family."
Daphne thought about it and smiled. A smile that could make wizards weak at their knees. She leaned forwards to give Harry a view down her shirt and said, "That sounds like something that I'd be interested in. If you draw up terms favorable to me, I'd be more than happy to give you some heirs."
Harry gave Daphne a slight smile, "How about we do this my way? I fuck you right now and fill you with my cum. If I haven't put a baby into you by the end of the day, I'll sign whatever contract you want."
Daphne had initially glared daggers at Harry, but she quickly found massive loopholes in his demand. There was nothing that said she couldn't use charms to prevent a pregnancy, so this would be a deal that was massively lopsided in her favor. Even if she somehow got pregnant, Daphne would have a man that had the wizarding world in his palms behind her.
"You have a deal, Potter. You'll have to close your eyes before we start, though."
Harry did as she asked without worry. Even if he had both hands tied, Daphne had no chance to hurt him. He smirked when he sensed a charm being cast on Daphne's body. Harry assumed she would try something like this, but the Black family magic pulling the two together would break through anything blocking it.
"You can open your eyes, Potter. I hope you won't lose control after seeing me."
Harry opened his eyes to see perfection.
Not only had Daphne cast an anti-pregnancy charm on herself, but she had also vanished all of her clothes to hide her previous casting. Harry certainly didn't mind her attempt to hide the casting.
He was far more interested in how gorgeous she looked. Daphne had gold hair that cascaded down to the middle of her back. Blue eyes that perfectly matched the uppity look that was permanently on her face. Large breasts that sat high and proud on her chest with pink nipples that begged to be sucked on. To top it all off, her ass was thick enough to make her the perfect witch to breed a new generation of Black heirs.
Harry had thought that Hermione was perfect for him, and in a way, she still was. He could see her as the ideal woman that would spend the rest of this life next to him. Daphne, however, was the perfect woman to churn out one baby after another. Harry had decided, for Hermione's sake, to use Daphne.
Daphne watched Harry get out of his chair with a bit of anticipation. Her eyes grew wide at the bulge pushing out at her as he walked up to the chair she was sitting in.
"I'm curious, Greengrass. Do you have Veela ancestors? You seem to be almost inhumanly perfect."
Daphne stuck her chest out proudly, making her tits jiggle enticingly, and said, "You just haven't seen what a true pureblood looks like. If you looked past Weasley and Granger, you would have seen this."
Harry narrowed his eyes and unexpectedly grabbed her nipple roughly. Daphne squealed before looking up at him with angry eyes before he said, "I'd avoid commenting on my friends if I were you."
Daphne rubbed her breast to wipe away the sting when she saw a shadow fall on her face. She looked up to see a massive cock that lived up to Harry's bloated reputation and gulped. Daphne wasn't sure if that was in excitement or fear.
Harry shook his stiff shaft in front of Daphne's full lips and said, "The more you get my cock wet, the easier it'll be on your pussy when I start fucking you."
Daphne sniffed in a scent that made her heart race as she moved towards the leaking cockhead. She opened her mouth and lapped at his cock, and drank in his delicious precum. Daphne drew back in surprise at the taste and wondered why it was so good. She wasn't a slut since it was frowned upon in their society, but neither was she a prude. Daphne knew that a cock wasn't supposed to taste like her favorite treat.
Instead of questioning it any further, Daphne dived back in and swallowed Harry's cock as far as she could. She was able to take in half of his length before she gagged and had to pull back.
Harry moaned as Daphne slobbered on his dick, letting her do all the word as he reached down and groped her heavy tits. He felt his cock getting harder in Daphne's mouth as his hands sank into her soft flesh.
Daphne rolled her blue eyes when she felt his hands squeeze her breasts and pull at her nipples. It was inevitable that one of the best features be mauled by a half-blood like Potter.
Harry enjoyed Daphne's mouth for a few minutes before the urge to fill this woman with his seed became too great. Harry pulled his cock from Daphne's sucking mouth with a pop and ordered, "Get your legs on the chair."
Daphne's lipstick was smeared from sucking Harry's cock, and she was eager to see how the dick that gagged her felt in her pussy. When she spread her legs, Harry could see Daphne's glistening pussy ready for a good pounding. Daphne moaned when Harry climbed onto her body and mashed her soft curves to his chest. He reached down to grope her fat arse before giving it a hard smack.
"It's should be a crime that you aren't being fucked within an inch of your life every single second of the day. But don't worry, I'll make up for all that time and more."
Daphne bit her plump lip when Harry teased her wet pussy with his fingers before tracing her lower lips with his cock. She was also questioning why she had been holding back from fucking this man sooner. Daphne knew that she could've made some flimsy excuse like rewarding him for defeating Voldemort.
It's not like Harry would have denied her. Daphne knew she was the wet dream of all the boys in Hogwarts, and there had been many times when Harry had tried to hide a stiffy from her after seeing a glimpse of her cleavage. Something was driving her crazy for this man's cock right now. It couldn't be explained, but all Daphne knew was that she needed Harry to fill her up.
"Stop boasting and do it! If you can't live up to your promise, you're no different than all of the other pathetic wizards that call themselves men!"
Harry looked surprised at the vitriol that spewed past Daphne's lips, but he just laughed before holding her legs higher to have better access to her pussy. No matter how much she tried to insult him, Harry didn't forget that Daphne had sucked his cock like it was her favorite treat a few minutes ago.
"Well, you can't say that I don't have manners. I'm quite cooperative."
Daphne's toes curled as she made a high-pitched sound when Harry penetrated her pussy until the smack of their hips meeting let her know that all of Harry's cock was now inside. Harry grinned at the blonde bombshell and pushed her legs up higher until her feet were above her head. Harry liked the view of her tits being framed by her legs with her pussy being wide open for him.
"Look at how you're gushing! You couldn't wait for my cock, could you?"
Daphne moaned but couldn't give Harry an answer. She was too busy trying not to cum her brains out from how roughly she was getting fucked. Daphne held onto Harry's strong arms for some sort of support while she was rocked violently in the chair.
Harry grinned at the constant spurts of clear liquid that sprayed out of Daphne's pussy and soaked his balls. When Daphne's face went blank as her pussy started to squeeze his cock like a vice, Harry couldn't stop himself from filling her up with his cum.
Harry's low moans were quickly drowned out by Daphne's shriek as she clawed his arms and back. She threw her head back into the chair as her whole body shook rapidly, doing all sorts of interesting things to her huge tits. Harry pounded himself into her pussy until his balls slammed into her arse and doused her pussy with cum.
Harry made sure to seed Daphne's womb and didn't move an inch until his balls were completely empty. Daphne panted as she felt her pussy ooze the creampie given to her around Harry's cock. Even though his cock acted like a plug to keep Daphne filled, there was too much jizz to keep all of it inside.
After a few minutes with Harry still refusing to leave her pussy, Daphne panted out, "Not bad, Potter. You can fuck me good, but don't think that I'll carry your bastards just with this."
Harry looked at Daphne, trying to act like she was in control, and laughed. She still had her legs in the air with his cock balls-deep inside her. It was amazing she could even say that sentence out loud.
"It's cute that you think this is it. I'm not pulling out of you today until you're bloated with my cum. Accept your fate as my breeding bitch, Greengrass."
Daphne's breath hitched when Harry started to thrust into her pussy again as her pussy made a loud squelching sound. The cum already pumped into her was slowly escaping to make room for the new load that was soon to come.
While Harry was busy fucking Daphne into a drooling mush, Hermione leaned against his office door with a wide smile.
She had almost been fucked into a mindless bimbo by Harry this past week before Hermione decided that she needed to come up with a solution. Hermione didn't want Harry to completely stop fucking her, and she most definitely didn't want Harry to feel guilty that he was fucking her into the ground.
Hermione soon came up with a brilliant solution. She had noticed that plenty of families had been paying the past debts to the Black vault, but the Greengrass family was suspiciously absent. Hermione did a little digging and found that they were in a little financial trouble, so she had written a letter to the Greengrass heir to come and talk about it in person.
Hermione might have impersonated Harry's handwriting to make the meeting happen. Still, she had a hunch that Daphne would be very compatible with what the Black family magic wanted in a witch.
Turned out that she was proven right.
The sounds of Daphne getting fucked into a cum-filled mess was music to Hermione's ears. It meant that Hermione's constantly drilled pussy would get a rest, and it also meant that Harry had two witches at his beck and call to breed at any time.
A strange thing for a witch like Hermione to be happy about, but Harry was always an exception to her rigid views.
Hermione smiled at hearing Daphne squeal as she was pumped with more cum. She was happy that things had worked out as planned and turned to walk away. Hermione would come by later to welcome Daphne into the 'I fuck Harry Potter' club.